Līgo Haībun-Hating an instrument

Līgo Haībun prompt is the photograph attached. I thought I would write a story that is the exact opposite of my first impression of the picture by David Williamson.

She hated her instrument. Every morning as she opened the case and brought it out she recalled how she at the age of five was introduced to its sharp strings and the pain she had to endure until her fingers transformed to the callous limbs she disliked so much.

She hated her instrument, but still she caressed it tenderly as it was a lover she still hadn’t met. The music flowed beautifully and her father didn’t scorn her skills any longer. Every day she played her instrument for the sole purpose it had been introduced to her life.

She hated her instrument, because she was to become the second wife of her uncle and without an instrument to play, how could she make their living? His uncle the master of shadow puppets needed her among the musicians.

She hated her instrument, as it was a barrier between her and the young man she had grown to love. He sat silently listening as her fingers danced over the strings. In vain trying to say in music what she couldn’t say in words.


callous fingers
dancing on sharp strings
song of despair



March 25, 2013

21 responses to “Līgo Haībun-Hating an instrument

  1. still she caressed it tenderly as it was a lover she still hadn’t met. — really beautiful… but damn, really, a sad story. by the end, i grew to hate the instrument as well.. fabulously done

  2. Awesome Haibun. A beautiful take on the prompt! “In vain trying to say in music what she couldn’t say in words” so sad but so beautifully penned. I must check out your other poems on the left-hand menu 🙂

  3. Great take on the prompt from a different, unexpected angle as seems to be your trademark at times. And the haiku really captured the essence.

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